Twiddling thumbs
wanting the world
to align, emerge
from its prison, its shell, its jail, its cell
jumping, uneasy on edge.
Any noise, snap, or twitch
and it all falls off
the steep ledge.
Shaking fingers, heart buzzing, palms pounding, adrenaline surging, soaring, leaping
twist it all to hell,
let it fumble and fail
at the very last minute.
Climb up the slick walls;
now slide down.
Strut through two
needles in arms and veins sticking out.
Brain pulsing, flickering, no doubt
about to explode.
Just a little push
and all of life’s
longings/aches/wants
fall down the mysterious chasm
into the dark sinister depths below.
(In the Big Black Hole)
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